Chap 3
The next day dawned much the way that Lance was feeling, cold, gray, and utterly dismal. Lance let out a sigh as he looked up at the sky, for once he wished that he was weather witch, no wait, a weather wizard so he change days like this. A deep sigh and a small smirk were the only answer he gave to these thoughts. The smirk soon died as he looked down at his watch.
It was almost noon and he had just sent Toad out on the errands, so he was gone for at least five hours, not including time spent treating himself. Pietro had already disappeared, Lance had just enough time to go upstairs and get ready before Magneto; Lance violently shook his head as he corrected himself, before Lord Magneto arrived at the boarding house. He really must stop using his name without the Lord, every time he thought it, it had a chance of escaping and Lord Magneto would not be pleased.
Lance retreated back to the kitchen and pulled out the bag of clothes that he had hidden under the sink as he went upstairs to change. He unlocked the door to his room and stepped inside, shivering at the cold aura this formerly comforting place now gave off.
The wooden floor was the only thing that had survived the changes Lord Magneto had made. There was a metal desk in the corner covered with papers that were not Lance's, and which Lance had not yet worked up the courage to look at. A large bed in the middle of the floor dominated the room, it looked like a normal four poster bed except for the fact it was made out of iron, he shivered as he remembered how the tall posts could bend and wrap around his hands and legs like ropes.
The only things that identified the room as Lance's were the clothes in the closet and some books sitting on a bookshelf in the corner.
Very carefully Lance laid out the shirt and pants on the bed, next to a pair of boots and some wrist cuffs that matched the one around his neck. He did all this not looking at the walls or floor where there were splashes of bright coloring marring the whiteness. After everything was laid out he took a quick shower and set to work on his appearance.
Magneto did not like the grunge look that Lance had so adored, so the long hair had long ago been shorn off leaving a neat and tidy trim in its place which Lance carefully dried and combed into a style that slightly echoed Scott Summers, as much as he refused to admit it.
The clothes that he laid out were then pulled on, his boots zipped up, and the wristcuffs snapped over the sleeves of the shirt. The pants and shirt fit him nearly like a second skin insuring that Magneto could basically control his movements. Checking the time Lance realized that he had just enough left to make sure nothing was wrong, he walked over to the mirror one last time sighing as he saw his reflection.
If not for the black color of the clothes it would hardly seem like he was wearing anything at all, the pants cut low across the hips secured with a metal buckle and the shirt came all the way the collar around his neck, metal snaps trailing down the middle of it.
Proceeding downstairs Lance sat on the couch to wait, he was too anxious to read so he simply watched the clock, it was 12:55 when he noticed the metal snaps on his clothes starting to stand up and heard the front door creak open slowly; his lord had arrived.
Lance rose off the couch and proceeded to the front entrance of the boarding house. He stood like a soldier at attention by the stairs, except for the fact his head was bowed and his eyes trained on a spot on the floor in front of him.
Lance listened as the footsteps drew closer and stopped in front of him, he looked at the dark boots on the mans feet as he spoke words that had long ago become automatic to him, "Greetings Lord Magneto, I hope the trip was uneventful."
He tensed hoping to get an idea of the mood that the mutant in front of him was in, good, bad, or downright horrible? Lance stood very still for what seemed like an eternity before he received an answer to his silent question.
Suddenly he felt himself being thrown against the wall so hard that the entire house shook, Lord Magneto had not moved simply using the metals woven into the fabric to his best advantage. Lance looked up at him dazed, and trying to get back a little of the breath that had been so harshly knocked out of him. He let his eyes drift off to the side and waited for an order to be given, he had learned long ago that when Lord Magneto was in a mood like this he shouldn't speak unless spoken to, it would only anger him.
As suddenly as he had been thrown the pressure holding him to the wall was released and Lance fell; he hissed in pain as he landed on healing bruises and cuts which were reopened as he slammed to the wooden floor.
Hard hands grasped his chin and he soon found himself looking into two blue ice chips. "I see I may have to be a little more gentle with my favorite pet, can't have you being broken now, can I?"
Lance gave a small smile as he answered, "You are most kind, my lord."
Lord Magneto leaned closer as he whispered in his ear, "You are of course going to repay me for this kindness in spades, isn't that right Rocky?"
Lance couldn't look away as his chin was still held by forceful fingers so he simply nodded and spoke, "Yes my lord."
Lord Magneto kept staring into his eyes, he wanted to flinch away from the dark abyss he saw lurking behind those blue eyes, but his remaining pride refused to allow him this. The older mutant uttered a low dark laugh as he let go and stood back up, "It is good to see you are not fully broken Rocky, you are much to fun to play with, sadly I do not have the time today. I have come to tell you that you are going on a mission with the Acolytes and Mystique."
Lance gulped as he looked up and stuttered, "A...All the A...Acolytes, my l...lord?" He did not mind going anywhere with Mystique, he actually wouldn't mind seeing the blue shape shifter again, she had her moments of kindness, however, the Acolytes were a different story, Lance shuddered as he remembered a punishment from Lord Magneto involving a certain feral mutant.
"Yes my pet, all of them, including Sabertooth, it will be entertaining to see how you handle yourself around him, he did so enjoy the time he spent with you." A dark grin covered Lord Magneto's face as he watched Lance try not to shudder from the memories. "You will not say a word to Mystique and the other two are going as well, remember, if you do anything to jeopardize me I will kill them, no questions."
Lance looked down as he responded, "Of course my lord, when do we leave?"
"Tomorrow morning Pyro will come to pick you up, do not displease me Rocky." Saying this Lord Magneto pulled up Lance and pinned him to the wall quickly assaulting his mouth.
Lance obediently kept still as his mouth was plundered. Magneto reluctantly released his hold as looked at the young mutant and could still taste him on his tongue. "Sadly, I cannot continue this today, but I will see you when you return, you know the consequences for failure."
He swept regally out the door leaving a crouched Lance to rise and put on the mask that the others would expect to see when they arrived back. A few silent tears drifted down his cheeks each sounding like a loud slap as they hit the floor in the now quiet house.
The next day dawned much the way that Lance was feeling, cold, gray, and utterly dismal. Lance let out a sigh as he looked up at the sky, for once he wished that he was weather witch, no wait, a weather wizard so he change days like this. A deep sigh and a small smirk were the only answer he gave to these thoughts. The smirk soon died as he looked down at his watch.
It was almost noon and he had just sent Toad out on the errands, so he was gone for at least five hours, not including time spent treating himself. Pietro had already disappeared, Lance had just enough time to go upstairs and get ready before Magneto; Lance violently shook his head as he corrected himself, before Lord Magneto arrived at the boarding house. He really must stop using his name without the Lord, every time he thought it, it had a chance of escaping and Lord Magneto would not be pleased.
Lance retreated back to the kitchen and pulled out the bag of clothes that he had hidden under the sink as he went upstairs to change. He unlocked the door to his room and stepped inside, shivering at the cold aura this formerly comforting place now gave off.
The wooden floor was the only thing that had survived the changes Lord Magneto had made. There was a metal desk in the corner covered with papers that were not Lance's, and which Lance had not yet worked up the courage to look at. A large bed in the middle of the floor dominated the room, it looked like a normal four poster bed except for the fact it was made out of iron, he shivered as he remembered how the tall posts could bend and wrap around his hands and legs like ropes.
The only things that identified the room as Lance's were the clothes in the closet and some books sitting on a bookshelf in the corner.
Very carefully Lance laid out the shirt and pants on the bed, next to a pair of boots and some wrist cuffs that matched the one around his neck. He did all this not looking at the walls or floor where there were splashes of bright coloring marring the whiteness. After everything was laid out he took a quick shower and set to work on his appearance.
Magneto did not like the grunge look that Lance had so adored, so the long hair had long ago been shorn off leaving a neat and tidy trim in its place which Lance carefully dried and combed into a style that slightly echoed Scott Summers, as much as he refused to admit it.
The clothes that he laid out were then pulled on, his boots zipped up, and the wristcuffs snapped over the sleeves of the shirt. The pants and shirt fit him nearly like a second skin insuring that Magneto could basically control his movements. Checking the time Lance realized that he had just enough left to make sure nothing was wrong, he walked over to the mirror one last time sighing as he saw his reflection.
If not for the black color of the clothes it would hardly seem like he was wearing anything at all, the pants cut low across the hips secured with a metal buckle and the shirt came all the way the collar around his neck, metal snaps trailing down the middle of it.
Proceeding downstairs Lance sat on the couch to wait, he was too anxious to read so he simply watched the clock, it was 12:55 when he noticed the metal snaps on his clothes starting to stand up and heard the front door creak open slowly; his lord had arrived.
Lance rose off the couch and proceeded to the front entrance of the boarding house. He stood like a soldier at attention by the stairs, except for the fact his head was bowed and his eyes trained on a spot on the floor in front of him.
Lance listened as the footsteps drew closer and stopped in front of him, he looked at the dark boots on the mans feet as he spoke words that had long ago become automatic to him, "Greetings Lord Magneto, I hope the trip was uneventful."
He tensed hoping to get an idea of the mood that the mutant in front of him was in, good, bad, or downright horrible? Lance stood very still for what seemed like an eternity before he received an answer to his silent question.
Suddenly he felt himself being thrown against the wall so hard that the entire house shook, Lord Magneto had not moved simply using the metals woven into the fabric to his best advantage. Lance looked up at him dazed, and trying to get back a little of the breath that had been so harshly knocked out of him. He let his eyes drift off to the side and waited for an order to be given, he had learned long ago that when Lord Magneto was in a mood like this he shouldn't speak unless spoken to, it would only anger him.
As suddenly as he had been thrown the pressure holding him to the wall was released and Lance fell; he hissed in pain as he landed on healing bruises and cuts which were reopened as he slammed to the wooden floor.
Hard hands grasped his chin and he soon found himself looking into two blue ice chips. "I see I may have to be a little more gentle with my favorite pet, can't have you being broken now, can I?"
Lance gave a small smile as he answered, "You are most kind, my lord."
Lord Magneto leaned closer as he whispered in his ear, "You are of course going to repay me for this kindness in spades, isn't that right Rocky?"
Lance couldn't look away as his chin was still held by forceful fingers so he simply nodded and spoke, "Yes my lord."
Lord Magneto kept staring into his eyes, he wanted to flinch away from the dark abyss he saw lurking behind those blue eyes, but his remaining pride refused to allow him this. The older mutant uttered a low dark laugh as he let go and stood back up, "It is good to see you are not fully broken Rocky, you are much to fun to play with, sadly I do not have the time today. I have come to tell you that you are going on a mission with the Acolytes and Mystique."
Lance gulped as he looked up and stuttered, "A...All the A...Acolytes, my l...lord?" He did not mind going anywhere with Mystique, he actually wouldn't mind seeing the blue shape shifter again, she had her moments of kindness, however, the Acolytes were a different story, Lance shuddered as he remembered a punishment from Lord Magneto involving a certain feral mutant.
"Yes my pet, all of them, including Sabertooth, it will be entertaining to see how you handle yourself around him, he did so enjoy the time he spent with you." A dark grin covered Lord Magneto's face as he watched Lance try not to shudder from the memories. "You will not say a word to Mystique and the other two are going as well, remember, if you do anything to jeopardize me I will kill them, no questions."
Lance looked down as he responded, "Of course my lord, when do we leave?"
"Tomorrow morning Pyro will come to pick you up, do not displease me Rocky." Saying this Lord Magneto pulled up Lance and pinned him to the wall quickly assaulting his mouth.
Lance obediently kept still as his mouth was plundered. Magneto reluctantly released his hold as looked at the young mutant and could still taste him on his tongue. "Sadly, I cannot continue this today, but I will see you when you return, you know the consequences for failure."
He swept regally out the door leaving a crouched Lance to rise and put on the mask that the others would expect to see when they arrived back. A few silent tears drifted down his cheeks each sounding like a loud slap as they hit the floor in the now quiet house.